When she smiles, the whole room lights up. She looks around fondly, despite the normal decoration and slight untidiness. I want this to be her home, to see her all the time, but we agreed on slow steps. I called the first kiss, but the others would never listen, so all I can do is spend the most time with her. I don't mind being a little greedy.
I grab her hand and take it upon myself to show her around more. Pulling her away from the others, I show her around the rest of the house. She doesn't seem disappointed with the size of the dorm and since she was an ARMY before, she very well might have expected a million-dollar penthouse. It makes me want to give her the world, just to see her reaction.
We walk around the whole dorm, pointing out the rooms as we walk by. I just tell her who owns each room, when we pass the bedrooms, because I know they each want to show her on their own. The tour ends at the kitchen. "The two studios are Yoongi's and Hoseok's, so I'll let them show you later. For now, how about some food?" I offer.
"Sure, I'll help." She says.
I immediately turn her down, "Nope, you are the guest today. Sit down, I'll get it done." I shake my finger at her.
"But-" she begins, but is pulled by Taehyung.
"Come on, I want to show you my room first. All of you stay away." He says looking at all us. After making his point, he grabs her shoulders and pushes her to his room gently.
"Jealous much?" Namjoon says.
"You're one to talk. I saw that stink eye." Yoongi adds.
I ignore them and begin starting on the meal. The grocery delivery was put away today while we were at the company, so we should be stocked up with new ingredients.
"What are you going to make hyung?" Jungkook comes up to me and peeks over my shoulder.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it has to be perfect. That means you all have to help." He looks at Namjoon before continuing, "Except for for you, Namjoon. Just set the table and go watch TV."
Namjoon nods understandingly. He hangs his head, going to the cabinet.
I take out the meat and some vegetables. I immediately come up with an idea. "Okay, Hoseok. Cut up the meat really small. Jungkook. Cook the rice, we're not doing instant tonight. Jimin, make the Banchan. Kimchi is in the fridge, and the seaweed is in the pantry. Yoongi, can you help me cook the vegetables?" All of them do as I say, grabbing the things they need.
Yoongi comes up next to me. "You know, she doesn't really care about the food, right? She probably cooks twenty times better anyways," He remarks.
"So you want her to eat instant rice and seaweed flakes plain?" I ask. He doesn't answer. I know that he doesn't mean that she isn't worth the effort, he's just worried she'll be disappointed. "Cooking it ourselves shows that we care, instead of ordering out. So put in your best effort."
Yoongi rolls up his sleeves. "Let's go then."
I hear a crash to my left. I look at the shattered plate on the floor. "Namjoon!"
I hear a plate crash while Taehyung pushes me to his room. "Are you sure that you don't want me to help?" I question.
"Nope, they are fine. Namjoon probably just broke a plate." He dismisses. So the, 'god of destruction' rumors are real. I have seen videos of Namjoon being clumsy, but everyone has their clumsy moments. I should have known as soon as I saw him cut an onion upside-down, that it was true.
He closes the door behind us, "This is it. This side is mine," he motions to the left, "and that side is Namjoon's." I look around the room. There are shelves on each side next to the beds with different things on them. The shoes are laid under the shelves. Taehyung's side has pokemon and game figurines and pictures of what I assume is his family. His bed has one sole squirtle plushie at the edge of the bed. I laugh at his aesthetic.
"It's so cute, is that a squirtle?" I ask.
He grabs it and smiles, "Yep, Hoseok-hyung gave it to me a few months ago." He sets it back down. "I also have old pokemon VCRs from when I was a kid. Little mementos, I guess."
"Do you have a VCR player?"
"Yes, it's in the closet." He goes to the other side of the room. He grabs a handle and slides the door to reveal a walk-in closet. It looks about three feet wide and long. The shirts and jackets are hung all around the top of the closet, and cabinets occupy the lower half. Taehyung opens one of the drawers, and takes out something large. He sets it on the ground lightly.
I squat down next to him. There is a giant box, which I assume is the VCR player. "I think the cord to connect it to the TV is somewhere in here." He lifts out the player and rummages around the bottom. I carefully take one of the VCRs and look over it.
The paper sleeve is frayed at the edges, and slightly dusty from not being used. The colors are faded in spots. I turn my head, and see Taehyung staring at me with a fond look in his eyes. "What?" I ask.
He shakes his head, "Nothing." He smiles, before putting the VCR player back. He reaches out to grab the tape out of my hands, brushing his fingers softly over mine. He puts the lid on before leaning towards me, "Actually, I have a better idea-" the sound of the door opening interrupts us.
"Woah, I thought Jin claimed the first kiss. That was smooth though, Taehyung." Namjoon says. Taehyung pouts, while I'm over here blushing like crazy.
Namjoon comes over and pulls me up. He puts one arm around my waist, "Now if you'll excuse me, it's my turn." Taehyung was about to argue, but Namjoon doesn't let him, "Jin wants you in the kitchen."
Taehyung crosses his arms , and gets up to go. He keeps his eyes on Namjoon's arm as he walks out. "Buzzkill." He murmurs. He squints his eyes as he slowly closes the door behind him. I laugh when he leaves the door open by just a crack.
I look over at Namjoon, who is smiling down at me, "So what do you wanna do?"
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